Broken
Shadow Knight
Chapter 11: Subconscious Dreams
Disclaimer: I-DON'T-OWN-IT!
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Wha. . . . Where am I?
As he lie there, surrounded by the comforting darkness of his mind, the boy with the deep azure eyes flicked them around. Yet, his wondering eyes found nothing except the inky blackness that surrounded him, twisting and writhing around him like ebony snakes. Lifting a hand, he stared at it dimly. He saw it flicker and shift, as if moving slower than it should. It was strange, he thought.
Slowly, he pulled himself up off the ground and stood up, there was an endless abyss of darkness that seemed to meld into a seemingly solid ground. Yet, as he moved forward, the black murkiness engulfed his feet like tar. Each time he lifted his foot, a wet pop followed, the inky shadows molding back and filling the holes he made.
He tried vainly to reach out and grasp something, anything, tangible in the darkness to find his bearings, but there was nothing. His raven colored braid whipped to the side as his head jerked back and forth, surveying his surroundings with a new anxiety. "Where am I?!" he yelled out to the darkness. Except, when he opened his mouth, nothing came out as he screamed. He felt his lungs burn as he yelled, but the hush continued with a deafening silence.
Grabbing his throat, the boy's eyes grew wide. "Someone," he tried to scream, "Anyone! Help me!"
Yet the muteness was the only presence that answered his calls. The boy slowly sank to his knees. Reaching up, he grabbed his head as his knees sank into the dark muck. "Help me," he whispered, his breathing in short breaths, "Please. . . help me. ."
He fell to the ground on his side, pulling his legs to his chest. He didn't mind as the dark liquid crept around his face, filling into his eyes and nostrils. Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to push away the awful feeling growing inside of him. He had felt this terror before. . . Deep inside the pit. . . . deep inside the hole. . . . . where the cats had found him. . . . deep inside the darkness.
"Akane. . .," he whispered deftly, "Where are you?"
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force out the darkness.
"I'm right here Ranma."
His eyes suddenly flew open. There was a voice, actual noise. The blackness had filled his eyes, but as he sat up, it spilled like tears down his cheeks. Ranma felt relief flood throughout him. There, standing just a few feet away was Akane.
Sitting up, he fumbled to his feet and ran to her. But she quickly put up her hand before he reached her. Ranma stopped with a jerk, the thick liquid sloshing slightly. "Akane," he murmured, slight surprise in his voice as he heard himself speak "What. . . what's wrong?"
Akane wrapped her arms around her torso as she stared at him with a sad smile, tears stinging her eyes. "It's over."
"What? What do you mean?"
As a perplexing expression stretched over his face, Ranma watched Akane close her eyes and sigh deeply, shaking like a leaf in a storm, "It's all over. Everything. I'm gone now. Gone. . . gone. ."
Ranma's eyes screwed up in confusion. What was going on? He shut his eyes and rubbed them for a moment as he heard Akane continue to mumble "gone" lower and lower. Looking up he gasped. As she watched him, strange crimson rivulets welled from above her eyes and streamed down her face.
But this wasn't what astounded him.
Continuing to chant the small mantra, Akane began to sink into the liquefied ground. Arms of the dark mass wrapped around her waist and pulled her down into the sinking pit silently.
Running forward, Ranma reached for her as her shoulders beneath the surface. "Akane," he yelled frantically, "give me your hands!"
She reached up one pale hand as her muttering "gone" lips slipped beneath the surface. Akane watched him silently now, her amber eyes gazing softly at him. Ranma grasped her hand desperately, pulling with all his might. But it was to no avail. He looked down into her eyes as they watched him. Suddenly the liquid seeped into her eyes, turning the honey colored ones he had loved so long into pits of ebony. Her hair dipped into the liquid and winked out of existence, as did her head. Soon, only her pale hand remained, fingers limp as Ranma continued to pull roughly.
But then, something seemed to pull him back roughly. Ranma landed roughly with a grunt. Throwing his head upward, he watched with silent horror, as Akane's pale fingers curled slowly and slipped beneath the black pool. Back on his feet, he ran over to the spot. "No!" he screamed, falling to his knees and pounding the thickening liquid mass, "Bring her back!"
"But why would you want that, darling?"
Ranma's fist paused and he turned stiffly toward the voice. His eyes widened in surprise. There, standing before him was Shampoo, her violet eyes glancing at him, curious, yet strangely calm. "What are you doing here Sham- Wait a sec! You just spoke perfect Japanese!"
"Yes," she replied calmly, striding over to his hunched form with a curved grin on her lips, "And I can do much, _much_ more. . . ."
A nervous knot grew in Ranma's gut as he watched her saunter over toward him, a slight predatory gleam in her eyes. He noticed dimly that she was actually stepping _on_ the murky surface, but was too busied with the way she watched him.
It was like a cat watching a mouse.
"Shampoo," he muttered, standing to his feet, "What happened to Akane? What did she mean when she said it was all over? Wh-!"
"Mmm." Shampoo mumbled underneath the smother of her kiss.
Ranma pushed her away with shock. "What the heck are you doing, you crazy Amazon?!"
Shampoo never missed a beat as she came closer to him once again. "What do you think?"
Throwing his hands up, Ranma tried to ward her off. "Wait, wait! At least answer my questions firs-ack!"
He suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, the muck sloshing slightly underneath him. Shampoo drooped to her knees and crawled on top of him before he could get up. She brushed a stray strand of hair from his startled eyes. "First of all," she said, pulling her legs around his to frame his torso, "She's gone, disappeared." She reached down and unbuttoned one of the buttons to his shirt, "Secondly, what she meant is exactly that 'It's over.' She's gone and you're mine now."
Ranma suddenly dropped out of his stupor and grabbed her wrists. She gazed at him dimly, a slight drop in her lips. "Shampoo. . . what are you talking about? What happened?"
She dropped close to where he held her wrists. He could feel her breath breathe on his neck. "You became mine."
Shampoo kissed him deeply and stopped. "You forgot her and became mine. _All_ mine."
Ranma's jaw was slack with shock. As Shampoo bent down for another kiss, he pushed her off roughly and jerked upward to his feet. He stared in horror at Shampoo, blood now spilling lightly from her clenched hands. She sobbed slightly and reached out to him with her crimson stained hands. "Ranma, Ranma. . . why don't you love me? Why couldn't you love me?!"
His eyes wide in fear, he shut them and suddenly burst off in speed. Leaving Shampoo's cries behind him, he tried to run away, to find someway to get out of here. As he ran, images suddenly began materializing around him. Some were vague, somewhere clearer. All flickered for just a moments time.
. . . An image of himself kissing Shampoo. . .
. . . .A man hitting Akane. . .
. . . . Akane. . bleeding. . .
. . . Akane crying. . .
And suddenly he saw himself. . . laughing coldly. . .
What was all this?! He ran through the maze of images, faster and faster, trying to shut it out. But nothing seemed to prevent them. Finally, he stopped and fell to his knees. Grabbing his head, he clenched his eyes shut tightly. "Stop! Just stop!" he screamed, "Stop it!"
But the images continued to flicker, drilling into his brain.
He fell forward. "Please," he whispered, "Please stop it. It. . . . .hurts. ."
Suddenly he felt a warm hand grasp his shoulder. Looking up through confused eyes, he saw Akane's warm, smiling face. She leaned down beside him and whispered, "It's all right, Ranma, I'm here."
With a wavering smile on his face, he saw her silently word, "Wake up, Ranma. . ."
Then there was a blinding light. . . . . . . .
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". . . . .nma. . ."
What was that?
"Ra. . ."
Who was calling him?
"Ranma. . ."
So familiar. . . that voice. . .
"Ranma. . . wake up . . ."
The voice that called to him sounded strange and distorted in his ears, almost as if he were under water. Ranma reached up to pick at his ears, trying to clear them. When he didn't feel his hands rise, his heart fluttered a bit faster.
There was something very wrong. .
"Ranma?"
That voice. . . so. . . familiar. . . Was it. . . could it be her? Could she have come back to him? As his eyeballs shifted under his thin folds of skin, he struggled to get his tongue to work as the words fashioned in his mind.
"He. . . . lp. . . me. . "
Cool hands suddenly slid lightly along his cheeks, grasping his face. As a thin finger stroked the side of his face, he heard a garbled whisper. Straining his clogged ears, he tried to understand the broken bits.
"Ra. . . . ma. . . You. . .aw. . ke?"
Ranma felt frustrated. It wasn't fair. Why was he frozen like this, unable to open his eyes and see her smiling face again? Damn it! Why was it-
Suddenly his brow was pricked with a cold tingling, something slick trickling down the sides of his head. Strangely, his body seemed too calm down and his muscles began to twitch slightly. Ranma's finger jerked lightly and suddenly he was able to move his fingers.
As a cool bead ran down his face and struck his eyelid, Ranma felt a great strain seem to be lifted off his eyes. Blearily, he blinked slowly, widening his eyes. Soft, pale light burned his eyes like acid at first, but slowly, his pupils shifted to adjust to the moonlight pouring though the window.
A murky shadow appeared in his vision, a pale face watching him carefully. Seeing this, Ranma felt a small smile of relief tug at his lips. Slowly, he reached his left hand toward the face. Noticing this, the shadow grasped his hand lightly as it started to teeter and buried its face in his hand.
So soft, Ranma thought as the pale face rubbed against his callous hand. His vision becoming sharper, he could tell the pale face belonged to a girl. Against his fingertips he felt small tears roll down. Reaching up his right hand with a slightly renewed strength, he used his thumb and wiped a thin streak of a fallen tear away. He never liked to see girls cry. Especially not her. . .
Straining his voice, he whispered through small gasps, "Don. . n't. . . cry. . . Ak. . . ane. ."
Suddenly the small, soft hands holding his hands jerked away as if burned. His large, clumsy hands fell away from the pale face, blurred features now twisted in slight despair. Blinking his eyes heavily, Ranma tried to get a clearer look of who it was.
The pale face slowly became sharper, features more defined. A small nose, dark brown irises, and a large white bow. . . . . This. . .this wasn't Akane. . . . No. . . It was. . .
"Uk. . Ukyo?"
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Hearing his small, raspy voice utter her name, Ukyo bit down the pain that welled inside her and scrubbed at the salted tracks with a bitter vengeance. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply, listening to her own heartbeat for moment.
B-Bump. . . . .
She shouldn't be like this. . .
B-Bump. . . . .
She knew that he hated to see girls cry. . . .
B-Bump. . . .
But why. . . . .
B-Bump. . . .
Why did it hurt so bad to hear him utter Akane's name? Why did it still snip at her heartstrings, leaving her like a broken, lost puppet?
After all. . . Akane was her friend. . . .
"Ukyo?"
Opening her eyes, she looked at the ceiling for a moment and let the tears that threatened to spill seep back into her eyes. Ukyo hoped he wouldn't notice. As the deafening pause lingered on, she sighed and looked back down at him, a soft, sad smile marring her face.
Oh how her eyes lied. . . how they betrayed her. . . Any could see how she was feeling. How she was battling the inner turmoil inside of her with a silent mask. The whisper of a smile trembled on her lips as she faced Ranma.
"I'm glad to see you're finally awake, Ranma," she breathed through her clenched teeth.
Ranma looked around the room with slow and unsteady eyes. With a sudden action set in mind, he tried to force himself off the floor, propping himself on his elbows. He managed to sit up. . . . until he flopped back onto the ground, heaving air into his anxious lungs.
"Ranma, you shouldn't try to get up," Ukyo murmured worriedly as she replaced the wet towel on his forehead, "You took a pretty bad blow earlier."
Huffing slightly, Ranma turned his pale blue eyes to Ukyo in confusion, "Wh. . . What do you. . . mean?"
Seeing that his coughing fit abated, Ukyo clenched her eyes shut and squeezed her hands tightly together. How. . . How was she going to explain this to him?
All of it, how?
How would he take it when she told him that he had been tricked?
That he had been snuggling with Shampoo, against his will?
That. . . that he had hit a girl. . . Akane. . . .
How. . . how would he take it when he found out. . .
She was gone?
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OKAY! I KNOW I PROCRASTINATE. . . . BADLY! :( I know this very well. . . and I'm sad to admit it. . . Ah well. . .
Anywho, I hope all of you readers that are so nice to actually continue reading this crap are pleased. Took a lot of thought into this one. . . okay, I lied. . . But it did take a while, no? ^_^
Well, I know that I didn't exactly explain how Ranma took it, but I figured it would be too long if I started now from 7 pages already. But I do promise to. . . okay, scratch that. . . I HOPE I'll have the next chapter up soon. Lately I've been so busy. All my free time is zapped and I'm just out of energy. I just look at the computer and feel sleepy.
ANYWAYS. . . . In the NEXT CHAPTER: Ukyo explains just what happened when Ranma was "out." And then we see how Ranma reacts. . . . Good. . . or Bad?
In this chap, the whole dream sequence thing was kind of like a way Ranma's subconscious explained what was happening to him in a weird, warped sort of way. Freakiness? Yes, I think so. ^_^
Until the next chapter,
Ciao ^_~
P.S. THANK YOU ALL WHO ARE SO NICE IN REVIEWING. I APPERCIATE IT SO MUCH. It truly is what keeps me going. Thanks again. : )
P.P.S Are Ukyo's eyes brown? I keep forgetting. For some reason I keep thinking they're green, but that's Mousse's color eyes. . . Hmmm.
Shadow Knight
Chapter 11: Subconscious Dreams
Disclaimer: I-DON'T-OWN-IT!
~
Wha. . . . Where am I?
As he lie there, surrounded by the comforting darkness of his mind, the boy with the deep azure eyes flicked them around. Yet, his wondering eyes found nothing except the inky blackness that surrounded him, twisting and writhing around him like ebony snakes. Lifting a hand, he stared at it dimly. He saw it flicker and shift, as if moving slower than it should. It was strange, he thought.
Slowly, he pulled himself up off the ground and stood up, there was an endless abyss of darkness that seemed to meld into a seemingly solid ground. Yet, as he moved forward, the black murkiness engulfed his feet like tar. Each time he lifted his foot, a wet pop followed, the inky shadows molding back and filling the holes he made.
He tried vainly to reach out and grasp something, anything, tangible in the darkness to find his bearings, but there was nothing. His raven colored braid whipped to the side as his head jerked back and forth, surveying his surroundings with a new anxiety. "Where am I?!" he yelled out to the darkness. Except, when he opened his mouth, nothing came out as he screamed. He felt his lungs burn as he yelled, but the hush continued with a deafening silence.
Grabbing his throat, the boy's eyes grew wide. "Someone," he tried to scream, "Anyone! Help me!"
Yet the muteness was the only presence that answered his calls. The boy slowly sank to his knees. Reaching up, he grabbed his head as his knees sank into the dark muck. "Help me," he whispered, his breathing in short breaths, "Please. . . help me. ."
He fell to the ground on his side, pulling his legs to his chest. He didn't mind as the dark liquid crept around his face, filling into his eyes and nostrils. Clenching his eyes shut, he tried to push away the awful feeling growing inside of him. He had felt this terror before. . . Deep inside the pit. . . . deep inside the hole. . . . . where the cats had found him. . . . deep inside the darkness.
"Akane. . .," he whispered deftly, "Where are you?"
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force out the darkness.
"I'm right here Ranma."
His eyes suddenly flew open. There was a voice, actual noise. The blackness had filled his eyes, but as he sat up, it spilled like tears down his cheeks. Ranma felt relief flood throughout him. There, standing just a few feet away was Akane.
Sitting up, he fumbled to his feet and ran to her. But she quickly put up her hand before he reached her. Ranma stopped with a jerk, the thick liquid sloshing slightly. "Akane," he murmured, slight surprise in his voice as he heard himself speak "What. . . what's wrong?"
Akane wrapped her arms around her torso as she stared at him with a sad smile, tears stinging her eyes. "It's over."
"What? What do you mean?"
As a perplexing expression stretched over his face, Ranma watched Akane close her eyes and sigh deeply, shaking like a leaf in a storm, "It's all over. Everything. I'm gone now. Gone. . . gone. ."
Ranma's eyes screwed up in confusion. What was going on? He shut his eyes and rubbed them for a moment as he heard Akane continue to mumble "gone" lower and lower. Looking up he gasped. As she watched him, strange crimson rivulets welled from above her eyes and streamed down her face.
But this wasn't what astounded him.
Continuing to chant the small mantra, Akane began to sink into the liquefied ground. Arms of the dark mass wrapped around her waist and pulled her down into the sinking pit silently.
Running forward, Ranma reached for her as her shoulders beneath the surface. "Akane," he yelled frantically, "give me your hands!"
She reached up one pale hand as her muttering "gone" lips slipped beneath the surface. Akane watched him silently now, her amber eyes gazing softly at him. Ranma grasped her hand desperately, pulling with all his might. But it was to no avail. He looked down into her eyes as they watched him. Suddenly the liquid seeped into her eyes, turning the honey colored ones he had loved so long into pits of ebony. Her hair dipped into the liquid and winked out of existence, as did her head. Soon, only her pale hand remained, fingers limp as Ranma continued to pull roughly.
But then, something seemed to pull him back roughly. Ranma landed roughly with a grunt. Throwing his head upward, he watched with silent horror, as Akane's pale fingers curled slowly and slipped beneath the black pool. Back on his feet, he ran over to the spot. "No!" he screamed, falling to his knees and pounding the thickening liquid mass, "Bring her back!"
"But why would you want that, darling?"
Ranma's fist paused and he turned stiffly toward the voice. His eyes widened in surprise. There, standing before him was Shampoo, her violet eyes glancing at him, curious, yet strangely calm. "What are you doing here Sham- Wait a sec! You just spoke perfect Japanese!"
"Yes," she replied calmly, striding over to his hunched form with a curved grin on her lips, "And I can do much, _much_ more. . . ."
A nervous knot grew in Ranma's gut as he watched her saunter over toward him, a slight predatory gleam in her eyes. He noticed dimly that she was actually stepping _on_ the murky surface, but was too busied with the way she watched him.
It was like a cat watching a mouse.
"Shampoo," he muttered, standing to his feet, "What happened to Akane? What did she mean when she said it was all over? Wh-!"
"Mmm." Shampoo mumbled underneath the smother of her kiss.
Ranma pushed her away with shock. "What the heck are you doing, you crazy Amazon?!"
Shampoo never missed a beat as she came closer to him once again. "What do you think?"
Throwing his hands up, Ranma tried to ward her off. "Wait, wait! At least answer my questions firs-ack!"
He suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, the muck sloshing slightly underneath him. Shampoo drooped to her knees and crawled on top of him before he could get up. She brushed a stray strand of hair from his startled eyes. "First of all," she said, pulling her legs around his to frame his torso, "She's gone, disappeared." She reached down and unbuttoned one of the buttons to his shirt, "Secondly, what she meant is exactly that 'It's over.' She's gone and you're mine now."
Ranma suddenly dropped out of his stupor and grabbed her wrists. She gazed at him dimly, a slight drop in her lips. "Shampoo. . . what are you talking about? What happened?"
She dropped close to where he held her wrists. He could feel her breath breathe on his neck. "You became mine."
Shampoo kissed him deeply and stopped. "You forgot her and became mine. _All_ mine."
Ranma's jaw was slack with shock. As Shampoo bent down for another kiss, he pushed her off roughly and jerked upward to his feet. He stared in horror at Shampoo, blood now spilling lightly from her clenched hands. She sobbed slightly and reached out to him with her crimson stained hands. "Ranma, Ranma. . . why don't you love me? Why couldn't you love me?!"
His eyes wide in fear, he shut them and suddenly burst off in speed. Leaving Shampoo's cries behind him, he tried to run away, to find someway to get out of here. As he ran, images suddenly began materializing around him. Some were vague, somewhere clearer. All flickered for just a moments time.
. . . An image of himself kissing Shampoo. . .
. . . .A man hitting Akane. . .
. . . . Akane. . bleeding. . .
. . . Akane crying. . .
And suddenly he saw himself. . . laughing coldly. . .
What was all this?! He ran through the maze of images, faster and faster, trying to shut it out. But nothing seemed to prevent them. Finally, he stopped and fell to his knees. Grabbing his head, he clenched his eyes shut tightly. "Stop! Just stop!" he screamed, "Stop it!"
But the images continued to flicker, drilling into his brain.
He fell forward. "Please," he whispered, "Please stop it. It. . . . .hurts. ."
Suddenly he felt a warm hand grasp his shoulder. Looking up through confused eyes, he saw Akane's warm, smiling face. She leaned down beside him and whispered, "It's all right, Ranma, I'm here."
With a wavering smile on his face, he saw her silently word, "Wake up, Ranma. . ."
Then there was a blinding light. . . . . . . .
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". . . . .nma. . ."
What was that?
"Ra. . ."
Who was calling him?
"Ranma. . ."
So familiar. . . that voice. . .
"Ranma. . . wake up . . ."
The voice that called to him sounded strange and distorted in his ears, almost as if he were under water. Ranma reached up to pick at his ears, trying to clear them. When he didn't feel his hands rise, his heart fluttered a bit faster.
There was something very wrong. .
"Ranma?"
That voice. . . so. . . familiar. . . Was it. . . could it be her? Could she have come back to him? As his eyeballs shifted under his thin folds of skin, he struggled to get his tongue to work as the words fashioned in his mind.
"He. . . . lp. . . me. . "
Cool hands suddenly slid lightly along his cheeks, grasping his face. As a thin finger stroked the side of his face, he heard a garbled whisper. Straining his clogged ears, he tried to understand the broken bits.
"Ra. . . . ma. . . You. . .aw. . ke?"
Ranma felt frustrated. It wasn't fair. Why was he frozen like this, unable to open his eyes and see her smiling face again? Damn it! Why was it-
Suddenly his brow was pricked with a cold tingling, something slick trickling down the sides of his head. Strangely, his body seemed too calm down and his muscles began to twitch slightly. Ranma's finger jerked lightly and suddenly he was able to move his fingers.
As a cool bead ran down his face and struck his eyelid, Ranma felt a great strain seem to be lifted off his eyes. Blearily, he blinked slowly, widening his eyes. Soft, pale light burned his eyes like acid at first, but slowly, his pupils shifted to adjust to the moonlight pouring though the window.
A murky shadow appeared in his vision, a pale face watching him carefully. Seeing this, Ranma felt a small smile of relief tug at his lips. Slowly, he reached his left hand toward the face. Noticing this, the shadow grasped his hand lightly as it started to teeter and buried its face in his hand.
So soft, Ranma thought as the pale face rubbed against his callous hand. His vision becoming sharper, he could tell the pale face belonged to a girl. Against his fingertips he felt small tears roll down. Reaching up his right hand with a slightly renewed strength, he used his thumb and wiped a thin streak of a fallen tear away. He never liked to see girls cry. Especially not her. . .
Straining his voice, he whispered through small gasps, "Don. . n't. . . cry. . . Ak. . . ane. ."
Suddenly the small, soft hands holding his hands jerked away as if burned. His large, clumsy hands fell away from the pale face, blurred features now twisted in slight despair. Blinking his eyes heavily, Ranma tried to get a clearer look of who it was.
The pale face slowly became sharper, features more defined. A small nose, dark brown irises, and a large white bow. . . . . This. . .this wasn't Akane. . . . No. . . It was. . .
"Uk. . Ukyo?"
~
Hearing his small, raspy voice utter her name, Ukyo bit down the pain that welled inside her and scrubbed at the salted tracks with a bitter vengeance. Closing her eyes she breathed deeply, listening to her own heartbeat for moment.
B-Bump. . . . .
She shouldn't be like this. . .
B-Bump. . . . .
She knew that he hated to see girls cry. . . .
B-Bump. . . .
But why. . . . .
B-Bump. . . .
Why did it hurt so bad to hear him utter Akane's name? Why did it still snip at her heartstrings, leaving her like a broken, lost puppet?
After all. . . Akane was her friend. . . .
"Ukyo?"
Opening her eyes, she looked at the ceiling for a moment and let the tears that threatened to spill seep back into her eyes. Ukyo hoped he wouldn't notice. As the deafening pause lingered on, she sighed and looked back down at him, a soft, sad smile marring her face.
Oh how her eyes lied. . . how they betrayed her. . . Any could see how she was feeling. How she was battling the inner turmoil inside of her with a silent mask. The whisper of a smile trembled on her lips as she faced Ranma.
"I'm glad to see you're finally awake, Ranma," she breathed through her clenched teeth.
Ranma looked around the room with slow and unsteady eyes. With a sudden action set in mind, he tried to force himself off the floor, propping himself on his elbows. He managed to sit up. . . . until he flopped back onto the ground, heaving air into his anxious lungs.
"Ranma, you shouldn't try to get up," Ukyo murmured worriedly as she replaced the wet towel on his forehead, "You took a pretty bad blow earlier."
Huffing slightly, Ranma turned his pale blue eyes to Ukyo in confusion, "Wh. . . What do you. . . mean?"
Seeing that his coughing fit abated, Ukyo clenched her eyes shut and squeezed her hands tightly together. How. . . How was she going to explain this to him?
All of it, how?
How would he take it when she told him that he had been tricked?
That he had been snuggling with Shampoo, against his will?
That. . . that he had hit a girl. . . Akane. . . .
How. . . how would he take it when he found out. . .
She was gone?
~
OKAY! I KNOW I PROCRASTINATE. . . . BADLY! :( I know this very well. . . and I'm sad to admit it. . . Ah well. . .
Anywho, I hope all of you readers that are so nice to actually continue reading this crap are pleased. Took a lot of thought into this one. . . okay, I lied. . . But it did take a while, no? ^_^
Well, I know that I didn't exactly explain how Ranma took it, but I figured it would be too long if I started now from 7 pages already. But I do promise to. . . okay, scratch that. . . I HOPE I'll have the next chapter up soon. Lately I've been so busy. All my free time is zapped and I'm just out of energy. I just look at the computer and feel sleepy.
ANYWAYS. . . . In the NEXT CHAPTER: Ukyo explains just what happened when Ranma was "out." And then we see how Ranma reacts. . . . Good. . . or Bad?
In this chap, the whole dream sequence thing was kind of like a way Ranma's subconscious explained what was happening to him in a weird, warped sort of way. Freakiness? Yes, I think so. ^_^
Until the next chapter,
Ciao ^_~
P.S. THANK YOU ALL WHO ARE SO NICE IN REVIEWING. I APPERCIATE IT SO MUCH. It truly is what keeps me going. Thanks again. : )
P.P.S Are Ukyo's eyes brown? I keep forgetting. For some reason I keep thinking they're green, but that's Mousse's color eyes. . . Hmmm.